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That was the worst night of sleep in distant memory. I must have had at least 30 separate, distinct nightmares. I'd wake up from some new encounter with some ghost/spirit/lovecraftian presence/x-files monster with a shout or scream or jerk every few minutes because I kept going straight into dream mode every time I'd start to fall back asleep. I finally thought I had enough control to keep things safe but the more I tried to keep the dream positive, the weirder things got until eventually nothing made sense anymore, the skies darkened and this storm came down and started breaking the world apart so I called out enough, take me back, and this dark cloud came down from the sky and and enveloped me and began to roll the world back to the beginning of the dream when it was a desolate, broken hellscape.
I am sore, tired, and mentally drained.
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Maybe it was because I was thinking about that dream being an RPG prompt, but I dreamed I was at a con of some sort, and was asked if I'd like to be part of a playtest of a new RPG system. I was like, "Sure!" and went over to this room with some other people. In the system, there were three "players" but also three "DMs" who maybe worked as antagonists to the player protagonists? I wasn't entirely clear on the rules, but I'm never entirely clear on the rules until we start playing, so I wasn't too worried. Besides, it's a playtest - I should expect some bugs.
Anyway, the setup was that there was a deep, terrible mystery, but since this was also something of a collaborative storytelling RPG there were elements where we would make it up as we would go. It started with character creation which had these elaborate setups, but since we wanted to get into the meat of the game, we just drew pre-generated characters out of a hat. I ended up with an astronaut, with a few other details. We needed to create an introduction for our characters, how they ended up entangled in this mystery, so I started:
My astronaut character was IN SPACE, at the space station, being AN ASTRONAUT, when a satellite suddenly changed course and was heading for the station. My character went out heroically on an EVA to intercept the satellite, and I did, and couldn't stop the engines misfiring but redirected it so it would enter the atmosphere and be destroyed instead. I was pushing off to get away from the satellite and it exploded...and then I woke up in my bed just fine. Wait, what? That wasn't a dream...and also this wasn't my bed. I mean, it was my bed, like, twenty years ago? Back at my old house, which is to say my mom's house - she didn't never got around to changing the room so it's just like it was from my high school days. But, not a time travel thing - adult body, just fine though naked under the sheets, at Mom's house, and then Mom bursts in, and it's present-day Mom, who squints at me and goes, "Aren't you supposed to be in space right now? I just Skyped with you yesterday. How'd you get here? And where are your clothes?"
And then I apologized for taking way too much time with the character intro, but most of the people there loved it. Good setup, starting me at 0 Resources but with one Strong Ally, and people were talking about a character creation for Mom and getting her a proper name and resource list and stuff. Anyway, went over to the second player for his intro.
"I'm gonna set a trap for the antagonists!" He said it in a way that made it obvious that he didn't understand what we were doing, that he thought he was about to roll for initiative and start combat. We tried to salvage it, saying that he's starting by setting a trap because he's already pretty deep in the mystery, but no, he just drew up a stat sheet and wanted to do combat rolls, even though the game wasn't really meant for that. He didn't want to do storytelling, just fighting to win. It deflated the whole mood and the rest of the session looked like it would be pretty bad.
I did a hospital care chat and besides suggesting a med that would dampen my alert response, all I got was a phone number to call on Monday because mental health takes a break on weekends ALL OF MY NIGHTMARES FEEL LIKE REAL MEMORIES I'M SO TIRED OF THIS
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do you take brain pills for your brain? if so, or possibly even if you take some kinda medicine for another reason, you wanna look at your prescriptions and see if they have any vivid nightmares side effects?
I was having night terrors multiple times a night for like, two weeks and when I told my psych he told me "oh this medicine does that sometimes" and switched me and my dreams are back to being regular.
I did have one last night where I was entangled with a lady and the party was heading to the basement and then all of a sudden it was like, Double Dare physical challenge to get in and around
fucked up. I woke up all sweaty and I wasn't even scared, I grossed myself out so hard it woke me up
None of my meds have sleep effects. My travel cycle(I internally refer to these dreams as traveling) is really unpredictable. Happens three or four times a year. I spent the last three nights called up to assist a national guard unit building walls for a hurricane storm surge.
edit: Blurgh, when I say nights, I mean I was there. The first day started off all clean crisp air & people joking around but once you could see the clouds coming in, people got a lot more serious. This was a smaller island that didn't normally deal with this kind of weather so none of the homes were built on stilts. Didn't have any access to construction equipment, just shovels and people.
Last night I dreamt that me and the fellow rebels were on our WAR TRAIN, en route to the EVIL ARMY HEADQUARTERS at full speed to destroy it in a GLORIOUS SUICIDE ATTACK (except that we all planned to jump off at a safe distance before impact), blowing up HELICOPTERS and TANKS and enemy WAR TRAINS with ROCKET LAUNCHERS and stuff like that, and our WAR TRAIN was going so fast that it formed a PROTECTIVE AIRSTREAM that kept us from getting hit by the debris from our OBLITERATED ENEMIES.
My nephew jumped off to play in the mud, and I hastily followed after to pick him up and explain that no, I'm sorry, it's not safe if you aren't on the train, we're going to have to go take a shortcut to get ahead of it so we can get back on.
My favorite musical instrument is the air-raid siren.
Not war trains. Regular trains. Regular German trains, specifically. Just a non stop thrill ride about the hassles of long distance travel, including some kids trying to reenact lube man's shenanigans in the regular ICE carriages, sending me to try and find a seat in the dining car so I wasnt covered with oil. Checking timetables. Changing trains. Changing to the wrong train. Trying to change trains but they moved off too fast and I was left clinging to a handle on the outside at 120km/h, so I worked my way round to the drivers window and banged on it.
I'm not even sure where I was supposed to be going. Koblenz?
Not war trains. Regular trains. Regular German trains, specifically. Just a non stop thrill ride about the hassles of long distance travel, including some kids trying to reenact lube man's shenanigans in the regular ICE carriages, sending me to try and find a seat in the dining car so I wasnt covered with oil. Checking timetables. Changing trains. Changing to the wrong train. Trying to change trains but they moved off too fast and I was left clinging to a handle on the outside at 120km/h, so I worked my way round to the drivers window and banged on it.
I'm not even sure where I was supposed to be going. Koblenz?
Okay so a personal helicopter is probably too much, but you are definitely having transportation-related night terrors.
Time to really embrace the USA and buy a Corvette.
Last night I dreamed of a mall combination city, aesthetics leaning towards somewhat later Industrial Revolution? Lots of metal and stone, smoke and soot. Overhead the roof of the mall, big enough to encompass this city of nebulous size. There was no grand origin or structure to the city, unlike most of my usual dreams but I'm chalking that up to getting three hours of sleep, but it was basically life as usual for normal citizens going about their normal jobs.
Oh and the random deathgames that'd appear every now and then.
See sometimes normal life would get interrupted by some batshit insane-looking puppet robot thing and it would announce that everyone in the vicinity was now an unwilling participant in whatever game it made up. I'm not even going to try and translate what the games I saw were because they were just as incomprehensible as the puppet and only made sense within the dream itself, I can remember that much at least. Anyway, despite the constant threat of randomly dying from the puppet robot showing up and starting one of these deathgames people didn't really seem to care. Sure, they panicked when the puppet robot appeared, but their immediate concern was always typical life problems such as food, shelter, holding a job, relationships, etc. Walked by someone talking about how their mother had been shredded by a group of living buzzsaw golems and their companion's only response was, "Dang, that's rough."
At some point, time is not a linear thing in my dreams, I managed to punt the puppet robot out of the mall through a window. That's when the really weird things started to happen. Turns out the puppet robot was something of a god to the world with control over a number of different random domains, such as Day Old Donuts and Small Yappy Dogs, and when I had thrown it out of the mall I'd actually thrown it out of the world altogether because that's what the mall was. So everything it had direct control over started to vanish from reality entirely as its related god was slowly consumed by the nonexistence of the void outside the world.
I was asked by another god to try and rescue the dying god but that's when I woke up saying out loud, "Wanker can fuck," in a very distinct, matter of fact voice. Good thing I live alone.
Had an interesting dream last night. The setting was a D&D style world of sorts where we would actively play as our characters within the world, kind of like VR except everything and everyone was real, and I was with a group of people who were reconvening after a long break apart to resume the campaign. What made this dream so interesting is that I had the "memories" of my past self as I'd played the character in the past compared to how I was going to be playing him.
We started in some village of all humans, this is important, having found a mystical device that was said to hold a thousand different spells. It had a dial on one end, unmarked, with a thick golden metal tube attached to the kind of wheel you'd find on a water valve. Operation was really simple, turn the dial and open the valve and a spell would be cast from the device without limit until the valve was closed. And these spells ranged from cantrip level to apocalyptic.
Anyway, the session convened in the village as we were talking about what to do with the device. My character, a mage of sorts, had suggested researching it in the previous session so I had ownership of the device. Whereas in the current one, shortly after we convened there was an incident where a small group of dwarfs showed up to beg for food and all hell broke loose as the villagers attacked the dwarves for 'being filthy Others' and even imprisoned a couple of them, gloating that now they'd be able to get dwarven craftsmanship for free. I looked through my "past" memories and realized that in this setting humans were not only the dominant race but all the others were literally the Other when it came to interactions with humans. Not only that but humanity kept a close eye on other races and when it looked like one of them were going to have a significant magical or technological breakthrough they attacked, captured the minds behind it, and enslaved them for human benefit to ensure dominance.
So as my mage I decided I was going to take this device from humans and bring it to the other races with the goal of researching and harnessing its power to put them on equal level of humanity. This idea got me scolded by the DM of the group, who said that I needed to stay in character, since in previous sessions I'd played the cold, calculating type who didn't care about anything except research. I told the DM I couldn't play that kind of character anymore considering all the events that had been happening with racism, police brutality, protests, etc. Even in a "fantasy" setting. DM said that wasn't acceptable, this world had rules and I needed to follow them. Once again I defied them and left the village, device in hand.
The DM immediately started trying to outright kill me without even a hint of pretense. Massively unfair "random" encounters, extreme weather, fudging dice rolls, etc. Even the rest of the party was onboard the murder bandwagon and soon enough I found myself in one last stand against a dragon tall as a mountain and ancient as the world with power to match, the DMs own character. I managed to injure it with the use of the device, fracturing the land around us, but one good flame blast and I was vaporized.
I was absolutely dead, no doubt about that, but the dream didn't end there. Despite being dead I still had presence in the world as well as retaining ownership of the device, having disappeared from the physical world when I died. I couldn't do much of anything at first, since I was dead and all, but soon enough I found myself brought to a strange place.
It was a tower, of sorts, except extending downward as well as upward. Each floor varied in size ranging from typical house floorplan to an entire world of its own, with just as much variety between them. I learned that by ascending the tower I could stay as long as I liked on any floor, each with its own pleasures and inhabitants, with higher floors becoming more and more heavenly until I someday reached the top, whereupon I would be reincarnated into the world. However, if I instead chose to descend the tower I would find myself delving into what might as well be hell and suffering, but if I somehow reached the bottom I would not only reincarnate but I would also gain the unique Authority to kill gods, including the DM.
I wish I could say I made it to the bottom but I was only a couple floors into some torture chamber looking places before I woke up at 10 AM and immediately started transcribing this post once I was lucid enough.
Last night I dreamt I was in a classroom, and our teacher/(professor? I think it was college-level) was telling us about how we were having so much trouble treating this highly lethal disease (not stated to be COVID-19, but damn similar) that, evidently, groups of fairies had started to show up holding these things that looked like solar panels in order to, they claimed, "gather energy and transfer it into the afflicted". A female student raised her hand and said that we probably shouldn't be be relying on unproven treatments. The professor attempted to explain his reasoning to her, but she still wasn't getting it, so I jumped in (after saying that I was only trying to explain it as a means of making sure I understood the reasoning myself, which was true; I do that a lot) to say that basically since we had no idea what the mechanism they claimed to be using was, we didn't really have a basis to outright reject their help, especially since everything else we'd already tried had failed, so our best bet was to do some statistical analysis and determine if whatever the fairies were doing actually produced a change in the rate of fatalities or other outcomes.
My favorite musical instrument is the air-raid siren.
I didn’t dream of anything last night. When I woke up I told my significant other this, and they replied, “Are you sure?”
Then I woke up alone.
I get those sometimes.
Like Im with a lady that I feel like Ive known forever in a house I swear Ive been too and wake up with a profound sense of loss.
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Last night I dreamt that I was working behind the desk at a pharmacy. It was defined as a pharmacy, but evidently it was being used as a regular grocery check-out, and it was getting swarmed. There was an angry-looking woman with four bottles of wine in a plastic bag, and about five or six more people lined up across the length of the counter. (The counter was subdivided into kiosks with partitions.) My immediate superior / the cashier was gamely trying to ring up the person on the left side as fast as they could, but it was obvious they weren't going to keep up and they told me to go handle the other customers. Now you have to understand, when I worked a minimum-wage job, it was washing dishes at Quizno's, not bagging groceries, and apparently I was a pharmacist's assistant in this scenario, so I had no idea what he expected me to do. Of course, everyone was looking over the counter like "what, you're too stupid to handle groceries?" and I was just paralyzed not knowing whether any of this was supposed to be in my job description. Finally, the cashier snapped and told me to just go handle the regular pharmacy customers instead if I was going to be so useless otherwise.
Down on the other side of the counter, there was... I want to call him the caricature of a ridiculously wealthy man; top hat, tuxedo, monocle, long white mustache, and so on. He had turned in something like an order form, and a pretty large mason jar with a weird orange-yellow fluid on the bottom with a pile of white powder on top of it. I was again confused as to what was expected of me, but at least this customer had the decency to explain: all I had to do was follow the instructions on the form to help make "a tincture that I prefer to use to treat my ailments". It was supposed to be made out of honey, sugar (some of which he'd already provided, as a starter), pork loin, and something else I can no longer recall. I thought to myself that drinking that sounded less medicinal than intensely fattening. I had no idea if we even had pork loin behind the counter at the pharmacy, and I was beginning to get the sense that this was all immensely foolish. So I went to my boss (not the cashier, but the actual last boss I worked for at my current place of employment), who said, with some glee, that oh absolutely this was not my responsibility, and the customer should instead be forwarded to the Answers department, which he did by tapping a button on a touchscreen.
My favorite musical instrument is the air-raid siren.
last night i dreamed a complex series of dreams in which myself, my partner, and a few family members who were randomly present/not present were going on vacation somewhere, and masks were intermittently a huge issue and totally forgotten. anyway, we managed to go back to a cool dream place i've been before, the Singing Caverns, which are pretty sweet watercolor caves in the side of a mountain that have little streams passing through them, which in turn create a sort of aleatoric music by making random notes. i was delighted to be making it back to this beautiful place i had dreamed about before (which turned the dream somewhat more lucid) but then i remembered it had random monster spawns, so we took a quick tour and decided to leave.
i think after that we emerged into a small tourist town (??) that had cable cars running down the street, so we got on one of them, and then remembered masks were a thing again and panicked for a bit about it. we wandered around visiting famous places in this weird little mountainside town. i was almost hired to act in an adult film (??!) in some small but famous studio in this dream town, but the pandemic was happening, so they didn't have enough PPE/tests or something, and then i woke up.
i have dream places which i've been to and which i return to periodically. they tend to not be "real" places, but they definitely have parts that are pulled from real places. there's a little town i've visited a lot, for example, and it's internally consistent. mostly i'm posting so i don't forget those caverns, they were really nice.
Had a weird ass dream
We had a cat and a tiger and my mom.had bought a device that let the cat take over the tiger( why? No fucking clue) I got mad because they left the cat in the tiger to long and I had to switch iit back before it starved.
Then the tiger bit the cat and I woke up as I was screaming at my mom that were getting rid of the
tiger as we rush to the vet
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Ok, this dream was just neat. Came up on this roadside/rest stop building, you put a coin in at the door, it unlocked and the door opened to a wooden stairwell going up one floor, and at the top was this simple looking bed, looked kinda like it was made to be used in remote cabins or whatever. Lay down and go to sleep-
Turns out the bed is a conduit to an interdimensional shared dream space, where you can meet & greet everyone else across dimensions who is using the rest stop and enter into each other's dreams.
Okay, I work for the next two days, but I'm putting this here as a notification for myself about an extraordinarily vivid and detailed dream I had earlier today in about 45 mins of a catnap.
There was a song being sung about 'lemoncutters' being too weak or unskilled for the work of a 'real man' because it was set in an alternate version of Earth, no magic or anything, just low-level apothecaries or engineering. Somehow, steam power hadn't been harnessed in the region I was in, something like New England mixed with a Scandanavian vibe. The clothes of the period/region were mixed between regional leathers, aquatic skins and imported fabrics. The town I was in was beset by a decent sized winter storm, but not an actual blizzard. There were elk everywhere, moving in huge herds that dwarfed the human population of the settlement.
I was some sort of travelling ... scholar? I was an agent of some kind for a network of scholars, researchers and information gatherers, no political affiliations out front, but in truth we were an outfit of Chroniclers, seeking the wisdom to save humanity from itself, which I guess is a form of political organisation? I remember that I was a Student of The Chroniclers at the age of ten, and that in the dream I was about my age now (forty-two-ish) but because of my constant travels and learning about anatomy, physiology, rudimentary medicine, and so forth, I was basically a cross-fit obsessive mixed with a parkour obsessive mixed with a sort of mentalist obsessed with memory palaces.
Last night I dreamed that I was back in my old high school marching band, and somehow it had been arranged that we were accompanying Trump on a campaign tour. Most of us were not happy about this, but we were mostly well-behaved in public, which Trump, being Trump, took to mean we loved him. Predictably, he took the opportunity to hold a private rally with just the band and the chaperones as a literal captive audience. Having had just about enough of this bullshit, someone started a "Black Lives Matter" chant, and we kept it up until Trump got so upset he ran offstage and shat himself. (Thankfully my brain spared me that image; I found out about it from a friend who heard it from a friend who overheard it from the security detail.)
Dumb, but cathartic :razz:
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I dreamed that it was the day after Election Day, and Trump had lost in a massive landslide, absolutely obviously lost, and then DeSantis went on TV claiming that "oh wait Florida just found a whole bunch of Trump votes, so Trump won here!" and then a bunch of other states "flipped" with Republican governors and Secretaries of State claiming they suddenly found all the Trump votes that had been suppressed or something, and after enough electoral votes were gathered they declared that Trump won, the end.
Massive protests, bigger than any seen before, rose up all over the country, but Trump and all those governors declared the protesters to be traitors trying to overthrow the rightful election results, send out the police and National Guard with orders to use live ammo, and after they declared martial law and massacred a few thousand people, that was it. The coup had won in less than a week and Trump basically had carte blanche to go full dictator however he liked.
Somewhere on the boards someone mentioned having constant nightmares about nuclear annihilation. I'm starting to think that nuclear war would've been the faster, easier way to go than systemic and biospheric collapse as we're doing now.
Sometimes you dream stuff that's really cool and outlandish
And sometimes you dream that you bought a non stick pan but the coating literally cracked off on like day six, so now you have to find where you put the tag with the warranty information and then write a sternly worded email to the manufacturer.
Sometimes you dream stuff that's really cool and outlandish
And sometimes you dream that you bought a non stick pan but the coating literally cracked off on like day six, so now you have to find where you put the tag with the warranty information and then write a sternly worded email to the manufacturer.
God adulthood is a drag.
Welp, after dreaming about warranty claim shenanigans, I hope you dream about being a superhero for the next month.
Had one earlier before work that I'm just now remembering to write down before I forget it .... (fuck this job for making me so exhausted)
It was definitely a high-budget sci-fi popcorn flick that had a fucking evil bent to it: Deathworld.
It was a planetoid of abnormal shape that had been identified back in the 21st century, but took place in somewhat(?) 25th century. Space exploration had advanced enough that the sci-fic concept of the ion thruster catapulting the human race throughout the cosmos; I don't remember the distances or the times (because they weren't really part of the backstory that formed inside my sleep), but I do remember that it was a high energy cluster of regulated 'stones' or 'gems' as people called them and they were collections of smaller clusters that formed even larger clusters and so on until you had a planetoid ... until the irregular clusters were observed by a research lab that was looking into dark energy and they hypothesized it was not a planetoid or even an asteroid, but a malleable 'wave' or 'crawling' of unknown origin.
In the dream, I knew it was the Gates of Heaven and Hell (or what-the-fuck-ever) warring against each other; I also understood that two opposing teams of scientists were looking to make fat loads of cash by engineering human evolution (exaltation?) and a weapons developer hell-bent-for-leather on using The Crawling to conquer and terraform planets for further human expansion.
Lots of yelling, screaming, scientific experiments, and general chaos ensued, I remember some vague details about using Terran insects and arthropods as the vehicle for creating an army of living weapons ... then some business about the human spirit to defy odds against adversity ... it gets blurry at the end because my alarm woke me up for work and everything just went into some sort of mental mist.
I do remember that The Gems and The Swarm kept A Balance, but human beings set up their respective research stations and upset The Balance and then, at then end of the fight/war/conflict/movie, The Balance was gone and so were The Gates.
It feels like my old Baptist upbringing playing with my love of sci-fi and fantasy books to recreate the battle between Lucifer and Michael.
But what do I know?
(I'm definitely writing a short story about this one.)
Last night I had en episode of recursive dreaming. It was rather simple compared to some past experiences with it, but I'm still bothered. Basically, I was dreaming that I was partially awake in a cycle of multiple dreams that I was partially awake in a cycle of multiple dreams that I was partially awake etc. Roughly near 3am I managed to regain muscle control and get out of bed and walk around, which you do that, touch things, use the toilet, that's how you know you're in the right world.
Then that morning when I got to work, all of the blue and red colors were extra vibrant, like extra shiny. Then later on in the afternoon when I drove home, the sky just looked weird, it was overcast but the clouds just seemed wrong, the light was strange, like my brain was just processing visual input differently. Really wish I had a better way to explain this.
Had a dream last night where I had been captured by the government for being part of some secret revolutionary group that no one had ever managed to learn the identities of its leaders. I did know them though, so they kept me alive to use a new technology that would enable their people to travel into my memories to observe and identify the revolutionaries. What they did not count on was that the current me and past me were connected because metaphysics or not this was still "my" dream.
In the memories I had to find ways to identify the government spooks, who would infiltrate as random bystanders, and kill them without their realizing the memory me was lucid, otherwise they'd pull out and the present me would probably be killed. If I managed to kill them in my memory though they'd die in reality without anyone knowing why. And because the information I had was so valuable compared to the lives of their mooks, they'd keep sending people in as long as they were under the impression they were dying to accidents as opposed to bring deliberately hunted.
To throw a wrench in the works, a memory is still a memory and it will progress in a way that can't be altered because it's a recording. Meaning that with each new memory the spooks entered I had a limited amount of time to locate and dispose of them while reenacting the events of the memory since they were all from my perspective. This was the key, because my memories weren't perfect recreations outside the central event. I would remember meeting a person but I wouldn't remember much about what happened just before, which was the opening my memory self had to take out spooks because those events became more malleable. Did I trip a loose lever and cause someone to be crushed by girders? Maybe, who can say? Perhaps I did push someone in front of a bullet train, I can't recall. Was there someone peeking over the edge of that long drop a few seconds ago? Sorry, my memory's kinda fuzzy. Stuff like that.
So occasionally I have some pretty ridiculous dreams that I might find funny if I remember them. Recently I had a dream where I woke up laughing because of how profoundly stupid it was. I'm pretty sure it was a short dream, or I only remember the best/dumbest part of it.
From what I remember of it I'm in some mansion/castle looking place, but it only has 2 floors and is pretty small overall, with two other randomly generated dream people. We're inside trying to get supplies to stock up on for some sort of trip. Food is scarce or something because, for some reason, there are vampires.
On the second floor of some tower like room there happens to be someone that has some sort of stew available. This person is actually two identical people that I identify as being NPC like in the dream. This stew vendor is standing next to his twin who is also a stew vendor. Because of some sort of weird video game logic there are also two identical stew vendors on the other side of the building in a room that looks identical to this. (Kind of like how vendors were set up in cities in Everquest)
Perfect! We have food available to us and we are good to go. However, as soon as we made our way over to one of the tower looking rooms with the identical stew vendors a vampire walks in. It's mid day, pretty sure the vampire came in from the outside, and I think there were a few more outside as well. Not really worried about it in the dream though because... they weren't a threat or something? Non scary day walking vampires.
Anyways, vampire comes in and says something to which I reply "Well that's rude." This seemed to offend the vampire and they responded with a "Yeah well you know what else is rude?" and without skipping a beat one of the dream people that was with me said "Dem titties."
I'm pretty sure I started laughing in the dream and ended up waking up from it cackling like an idiot for about a minute. It is by far the dumbest dream I've had in a long time and it was wonderful.
I talked to a doctor friend of mine last evening, and then overnight I had a nightmare about being told I had been exposed to covid19. Fucked my whole night up, and even when I woke up, I had to sort through my brain for a few minutes to be sure it was a dream and not something I needed to follow up on.
I had a bunch of fucked up stress dreams. Having to organise a rumble between the girls in my highschool class and some other girl gang, having my contact lenses suddenly expand to the size of my head and tear horribly so I couldn't wear them (and had no glasses or spares), accidentally booking a plane to Alaska, and finally - having to herd a bunch of hyenas out of some back paddocks while lions prowled the perimeter (fun fact: according to my brain, female hyenas have an organ they use to burrow into a suitable furry host and attach, sucking nutrients, while continuously laying large black dung-like eggs out of a yellow gooey pouch on their belly. Perfectly normal behaviour for a mammal)
I'm choosing to interpret all of these as being about returning to work.
chromdom those dreams are the worst. Things happen and it's not quite crazy enough that you can immediately write it off when you wake up so you have to sit with that anxiety until it resolves.
tynic, those are some terrifying hyenas and no thank you. On the plus side I doubt going back to work will be as bad as the dream!
I tried to pick a wart off my leg last night and then I dreamed that a spider ran up my shorts and bit me on the leg in that exact spot. So the theory that you cant feel pain in dreams is way off.
Ive also had recurring dreams where I try to go to the bathroom and then get led to a room which clearly isnt a bathroom and have an existential crisis of weather or not Im meant to go in that room or if I should sneak out and try to find the real bathroom like would anyone notice or do they intend for me to go in this room? But at least I know that its rooted more in my social anxiety since I dont have to go anymore than usual when I wake up.
I never pee in dreams because I know thats just ending badly in real life.
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I have dreams where I am confronted with a heinously clogged toilet and I have to fix it
it's never like, someone shit so much they broke the toilet. it's always "someone stuffed a wad of bandaids the size of my fist down there" or something
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I am sore, tired, and mentally drained.
Anyway, the setup was that there was a deep, terrible mystery, but since this was also something of a collaborative storytelling RPG there were elements where we would make it up as we would go. It started with character creation which had these elaborate setups, but since we wanted to get into the meat of the game, we just drew pre-generated characters out of a hat. I ended up with an astronaut, with a few other details. We needed to create an introduction for our characters, how they ended up entangled in this mystery, so I started:
My astronaut character was IN SPACE, at the space station, being AN ASTRONAUT, when a satellite suddenly changed course and was heading for the station. My character went out heroically on an EVA to intercept the satellite, and I did, and couldn't stop the engines misfiring but redirected it so it would enter the atmosphere and be destroyed instead. I was pushing off to get away from the satellite and it exploded...and then I woke up in my bed just fine. Wait, what? That wasn't a dream...and also this wasn't my bed. I mean, it was my bed, like, twenty years ago? Back at my old house, which is to say my mom's house - she didn't never got around to changing the room so it's just like it was from my high school days. But, not a time travel thing - adult body, just fine though naked under the sheets, at Mom's house, and then Mom bursts in, and it's present-day Mom, who squints at me and goes, "Aren't you supposed to be in space right now? I just Skyped with you yesterday. How'd you get here? And where are your clothes?"
And then I apologized for taking way too much time with the character intro, but most of the people there loved it. Good setup, starting me at 0 Resources but with one Strong Ally, and people were talking about a character creation for Mom and getting her a proper name and resource list and stuff. Anyway, went over to the second player for his intro.
"I'm gonna set a trap for the antagonists!" He said it in a way that made it obvious that he didn't understand what we were doing, that he thought he was about to roll for initiative and start combat. We tried to salvage it, saying that he's starting by setting a trap because he's already pretty deep in the mystery, but no, he just drew up a stat sheet and wanted to do combat rolls, even though the game wasn't really meant for that. He didn't want to do storytelling, just fighting to win. It deflated the whole mood and the rest of the session looked like it would be pretty bad.
I was having night terrors multiple times a night for like, two weeks and when I told my psych he told me "oh this medicine does that sometimes" and switched me and my dreams are back to being regular.
I did have one last night where I was entangled with a lady and the party was heading to the basement and then all of a sudden it was like, Double Dare physical challenge to get in and around
fucked up. I woke up all sweaty and I wasn't even scared, I grossed myself out so hard it woke me up
edit: Blurgh, when I say nights, I mean I was there. The first day started off all clean crisp air & people joking around but once you could see the clouds coming in, people got a lot more serious. This was a smaller island that didn't normally deal with this kind of weather so none of the homes were built on stilts. Didn't have any access to construction equipment, just shovels and people.
My nephew jumped off to play in the mud, and I hastily followed after to pick him up and explain that no, I'm sorry, it's not safe if you aren't on the train, we're going to have to go take a shortcut to get ahead of it so we can get back on.
I'm "kupiyupaekio" on Discord.
Not war trains. Regular trains. Regular German trains, specifically. Just a non stop thrill ride about the hassles of long distance travel, including some kids trying to reenact lube man's shenanigans in the regular ICE carriages, sending me to try and find a seat in the dining car so I wasnt covered with oil. Checking timetables. Changing trains. Changing to the wrong train. Trying to change trains but they moved off too fast and I was left clinging to a handle on the outside at 120km/h, so I worked my way round to the drivers window and banged on it.
I'm not even sure where I was supposed to be going. Koblenz?
Okay so a personal helicopter is probably too much, but you are definitely having transportation-related night terrors.
Time to really embrace the USA and buy a Corvette.
Oh and the random deathgames that'd appear every now and then.
See sometimes normal life would get interrupted by some batshit insane-looking puppet robot thing and it would announce that everyone in the vicinity was now an unwilling participant in whatever game it made up. I'm not even going to try and translate what the games I saw were because they were just as incomprehensible as the puppet and only made sense within the dream itself, I can remember that much at least. Anyway, despite the constant threat of randomly dying from the puppet robot showing up and starting one of these deathgames people didn't really seem to care. Sure, they panicked when the puppet robot appeared, but their immediate concern was always typical life problems such as food, shelter, holding a job, relationships, etc. Walked by someone talking about how their mother had been shredded by a group of living buzzsaw golems and their companion's only response was, "Dang, that's rough."
At some point, time is not a linear thing in my dreams, I managed to punt the puppet robot out of the mall through a window. That's when the really weird things started to happen. Turns out the puppet robot was something of a god to the world with control over a number of different random domains, such as Day Old Donuts and Small Yappy Dogs, and when I had thrown it out of the mall I'd actually thrown it out of the world altogether because that's what the mall was. So everything it had direct control over started to vanish from reality entirely as its related god was slowly consumed by the nonexistence of the void outside the world.
I was asked by another god to try and rescue the dying god but that's when I woke up saying out loud, "Wanker can fuck," in a very distinct, matter of fact voice. Good thing I live alone.
We started in some village of all humans, this is important, having found a mystical device that was said to hold a thousand different spells. It had a dial on one end, unmarked, with a thick golden metal tube attached to the kind of wheel you'd find on a water valve. Operation was really simple, turn the dial and open the valve and a spell would be cast from the device without limit until the valve was closed. And these spells ranged from cantrip level to apocalyptic.
Anyway, the session convened in the village as we were talking about what to do with the device. My character, a mage of sorts, had suggested researching it in the previous session so I had ownership of the device. Whereas in the current one, shortly after we convened there was an incident where a small group of dwarfs showed up to beg for food and all hell broke loose as the villagers attacked the dwarves for 'being filthy Others' and even imprisoned a couple of them, gloating that now they'd be able to get dwarven craftsmanship for free. I looked through my "past" memories and realized that in this setting humans were not only the dominant race but all the others were literally the Other when it came to interactions with humans. Not only that but humanity kept a close eye on other races and when it looked like one of them were going to have a significant magical or technological breakthrough they attacked, captured the minds behind it, and enslaved them for human benefit to ensure dominance.
So as my mage I decided I was going to take this device from humans and bring it to the other races with the goal of researching and harnessing its power to put them on equal level of humanity. This idea got me scolded by the DM of the group, who said that I needed to stay in character, since in previous sessions I'd played the cold, calculating type who didn't care about anything except research. I told the DM I couldn't play that kind of character anymore considering all the events that had been happening with racism, police brutality, protests, etc. Even in a "fantasy" setting. DM said that wasn't acceptable, this world had rules and I needed to follow them. Once again I defied them and left the village, device in hand.
The DM immediately started trying to outright kill me without even a hint of pretense. Massively unfair "random" encounters, extreme weather, fudging dice rolls, etc. Even the rest of the party was onboard the murder bandwagon and soon enough I found myself in one last stand against a dragon tall as a mountain and ancient as the world with power to match, the DMs own character. I managed to injure it with the use of the device, fracturing the land around us, but one good flame blast and I was vaporized.
I was absolutely dead, no doubt about that, but the dream didn't end there. Despite being dead I still had presence in the world as well as retaining ownership of the device, having disappeared from the physical world when I died. I couldn't do much of anything at first, since I was dead and all, but soon enough I found myself brought to a strange place.
It was a tower, of sorts, except extending downward as well as upward. Each floor varied in size ranging from typical house floorplan to an entire world of its own, with just as much variety between them. I learned that by ascending the tower I could stay as long as I liked on any floor, each with its own pleasures and inhabitants, with higher floors becoming more and more heavenly until I someday reached the top, whereupon I would be reincarnated into the world. However, if I instead chose to descend the tower I would find myself delving into what might as well be hell and suffering, but if I somehow reached the bottom I would not only reincarnate but I would also gain the unique Authority to kill gods, including the DM.
I wish I could say I made it to the bottom but I was only a couple floors into some torture chamber looking places before I woke up at 10 AM and immediately started transcribing this post once I was lucid enough.
I'm "kupiyupaekio" on Discord.
Then I woke up alone.
I get those sometimes.
Like Im with a lady that I feel like Ive known forever in a house I swear Ive been too and wake up with a profound sense of loss.
Down on the other side of the counter, there was... I want to call him the caricature of a ridiculously wealthy man; top hat, tuxedo, monocle, long white mustache, and so on. He had turned in something like an order form, and a pretty large mason jar with a weird orange-yellow fluid on the bottom with a pile of white powder on top of it. I was again confused as to what was expected of me, but at least this customer had the decency to explain: all I had to do was follow the instructions on the form to help make "a tincture that I prefer to use to treat my ailments". It was supposed to be made out of honey, sugar (some of which he'd already provided, as a starter), pork loin, and something else I can no longer recall. I thought to myself that drinking that sounded less medicinal than intensely fattening. I had no idea if we even had pork loin behind the counter at the pharmacy, and I was beginning to get the sense that this was all immensely foolish. So I went to my boss (not the cashier, but the actual last boss I worked for at my current place of employment), who said, with some glee, that oh absolutely this was not my responsibility, and the customer should instead be forwarded to the Answers department, which he did by tapping a button on a touchscreen.
I'm "kupiyupaekio" on Discord.
People in some of my dreams introduce themselves and give their names
i think after that we emerged into a small tourist town (??) that had cable cars running down the street, so we got on one of them, and then remembered masks were a thing again and panicked for a bit about it. we wandered around visiting famous places in this weird little mountainside town. i was almost hired to act in an adult film (??!) in some small but famous studio in this dream town, but the pandemic was happening, so they didn't have enough PPE/tests or something, and then i woke up.
i have dream places which i've been to and which i return to periodically. they tend to not be "real" places, but they definitely have parts that are pulled from real places. there's a little town i've visited a lot, for example, and it's internally consistent. mostly i'm posting so i don't forget those caverns, they were really nice.
We had a cat and a tiger and my mom.had bought a device that let the cat take over the tiger( why? No fucking clue) I got mad because they left the cat in the tiger to long and I had to switch iit back before it starved.
Then the tiger bit the cat and I woke up as I was screaming at my mom that were getting rid of the
tiger as we rush to the vet
Turns out the bed is a conduit to an interdimensional shared dream space, where you can meet & greet everyone else across dimensions who is using the rest stop and enter into each other's dreams.
No I did not do any drugs.
There was a song being sung about 'lemoncutters' being too weak or unskilled for the work of a 'real man' because it was set in an alternate version of Earth, no magic or anything, just low-level apothecaries or engineering. Somehow, steam power hadn't been harnessed in the region I was in, something like New England mixed with a Scandanavian vibe. The clothes of the period/region were mixed between regional leathers, aquatic skins and imported fabrics. The town I was in was beset by a decent sized winter storm, but not an actual blizzard. There were elk everywhere, moving in huge herds that dwarfed the human population of the settlement.
I was some sort of travelling ... scholar? I was an agent of some kind for a network of scholars, researchers and information gatherers, no political affiliations out front, but in truth we were an outfit of Chroniclers, seeking the wisdom to save humanity from itself, which I guess is a form of political organisation? I remember that I was a Student of The Chroniclers at the age of ten, and that in the dream I was about my age now (forty-two-ish) but because of my constant travels and learning about anatomy, physiology, rudimentary medicine, and so forth, I was basically a cross-fit obsessive mixed with a parkour obsessive mixed with a sort of mentalist obsessed with memory palaces.
I think I might write a short story.
Dumb, but cathartic :razz:
Massive protests, bigger than any seen before, rose up all over the country, but Trump and all those governors declared the protesters to be traitors trying to overthrow the rightful election results, send out the police and National Guard with orders to use live ammo, and after they declared martial law and massacred a few thousand people, that was it. The coup had won in less than a week and Trump basically had carte blanche to go full dictator however he liked.
Somewhere on the boards someone mentioned having constant nightmares about nuclear annihilation. I'm starting to think that nuclear war would've been the faster, easier way to go than systemic and biospheric collapse as we're doing now.
And sometimes you dream that you bought a non stick pan but the coating literally cracked off on like day six, so now you have to find where you put the tag with the warranty information and then write a sternly worded email to the manufacturer.
God adulthood is a drag.
Welp, after dreaming about warranty claim shenanigans, I hope you dream about being a superhero for the next month.
It was definitely a high-budget sci-fi popcorn flick that had a fucking evil bent to it: Deathworld.
It was a planetoid of abnormal shape that had been identified back in the 21st century, but took place in somewhat(?) 25th century. Space exploration had advanced enough that the sci-fic concept of the ion thruster catapulting the human race throughout the cosmos; I don't remember the distances or the times (because they weren't really part of the backstory that formed inside my sleep), but I do remember that it was a high energy cluster of regulated 'stones' or 'gems' as people called them and they were collections of smaller clusters that formed even larger clusters and so on until you had a planetoid ... until the irregular clusters were observed by a research lab that was looking into dark energy and they hypothesized it was not a planetoid or even an asteroid, but a malleable 'wave' or 'crawling' of unknown origin.
In the dream, I knew it was the Gates of Heaven and Hell (or what-the-fuck-ever) warring against each other; I also understood that two opposing teams of scientists were looking to make fat loads of cash by engineering human evolution (exaltation?) and a weapons developer hell-bent-for-leather on using The Crawling to conquer and terraform planets for further human expansion.
Lots of yelling, screaming, scientific experiments, and general chaos ensued, I remember some vague details about using Terran insects and arthropods as the vehicle for creating an army of living weapons ... then some business about the human spirit to defy odds against adversity ... it gets blurry at the end because my alarm woke me up for work and everything just went into some sort of mental mist.
I do remember that The Gems and The Swarm kept A Balance, but human beings set up their respective research stations and upset The Balance and then, at then end of the fight/war/conflict/movie, The Balance was gone and so were The Gates.
It feels like my old Baptist upbringing playing with my love of sci-fi and fantasy books to recreate the battle between Lucifer and Michael.
But what do I know?
(I'm definitely writing a short story about this one.)
Last night I had en episode of recursive dreaming. It was rather simple compared to some past experiences with it, but I'm still bothered. Basically, I was dreaming that I was partially awake in a cycle of multiple dreams that I was partially awake in a cycle of multiple dreams that I was partially awake etc. Roughly near 3am I managed to regain muscle control and get out of bed and walk around, which you do that, touch things, use the toilet, that's how you know you're in the right world.
Then that morning when I got to work, all of the blue and red colors were extra vibrant, like extra shiny. Then later on in the afternoon when I drove home, the sky just looked weird, it was overcast but the clouds just seemed wrong, the light was strange, like my brain was just processing visual input differently. Really wish I had a better way to explain this.
In the memories I had to find ways to identify the government spooks, who would infiltrate as random bystanders, and kill them without their realizing the memory me was lucid, otherwise they'd pull out and the present me would probably be killed. If I managed to kill them in my memory though they'd die in reality without anyone knowing why. And because the information I had was so valuable compared to the lives of their mooks, they'd keep sending people in as long as they were under the impression they were dying to accidents as opposed to bring deliberately hunted.
To throw a wrench in the works, a memory is still a memory and it will progress in a way that can't be altered because it's a recording. Meaning that with each new memory the spooks entered I had a limited amount of time to locate and dispose of them while reenacting the events of the memory since they were all from my perspective. This was the key, because my memories weren't perfect recreations outside the central event. I would remember meeting a person but I wouldn't remember much about what happened just before, which was the opening my memory self had to take out spooks because those events became more malleable. Did I trip a loose lever and cause someone to be crushed by girders? Maybe, who can say? Perhaps I did push someone in front of a bullet train, I can't recall. Was there someone peeking over the edge of that long drop a few seconds ago? Sorry, my memory's kinda fuzzy. Stuff like that.
From what I remember of it I'm in some mansion/castle looking place, but it only has 2 floors and is pretty small overall, with two other randomly generated dream people. We're inside trying to get supplies to stock up on for some sort of trip. Food is scarce or something because, for some reason, there are vampires.
On the second floor of some tower like room there happens to be someone that has some sort of stew available. This person is actually two identical people that I identify as being NPC like in the dream. This stew vendor is standing next to his twin who is also a stew vendor. Because of some sort of weird video game logic there are also two identical stew vendors on the other side of the building in a room that looks identical to this. (Kind of like how vendors were set up in cities in Everquest)
Perfect! We have food available to us and we are good to go. However, as soon as we made our way over to one of the tower looking rooms with the identical stew vendors a vampire walks in. It's mid day, pretty sure the vampire came in from the outside, and I think there were a few more outside as well. Not really worried about it in the dream though because... they weren't a threat or something? Non scary day walking vampires.
Anyways, vampire comes in and says something to which I reply "Well that's rude." This seemed to offend the vampire and they responded with a "Yeah well you know what else is rude?" and without skipping a beat one of the dream people that was with me said "Dem titties."
I'm pretty sure I started laughing in the dream and ended up waking up from it cackling like an idiot for about a minute. It is by far the dumbest dream I've had in a long time and it was wonderful.
I'm choosing to interpret all of these as being about returning to work.
tynic, those are some terrifying hyenas and no thank you. On the plus side I doubt going back to work will be as bad as the dream!
Ive also had recurring dreams where I try to go to the bathroom and then get led to a room which clearly isnt a bathroom and have an existential crisis of weather or not Im meant to go in that room or if I should sneak out and try to find the real bathroom like would anyone notice or do they intend for me to go in this room? But at least I know that its rooted more in my social anxiety since I dont have to go anymore than usual when I wake up.
it's never like, someone shit so much they broke the toilet. it's always "someone stuffed a wad of bandaids the size of my fist down there" or something